Here I sit after driving five hours this morning to arrive at our weekend family vacation. And yet all I can think about is what I’ve left behind at home. Even though we’re leaving around 4pm tomorrow to drive back home I still miss it. I miss my dad and my dog an my room and being able to be in he safety of my confinement in my room. I this sad? Probably. Is it concerning? Probably should be. But that’s just part of the game when you’re leading a life living with a disease like anxiety. Also, I’m pretty sure I’m PMSing. Good stuff. Also, please excuse my typos. I’m doing this on my iPod.